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This Winter
04:34
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I woke up with your name on my lips
4 letters printed on my eyelids
And it was cold in my bed
And it was cold in my head
This winter’s gonna be a tough one again
This winter’s gonna be a tough one I bet.
Well you say I’ve changed but I’m still the same
My family tree is still dying slowly
My fears are still reaching up to drown me
And I’m still in love with you
But I feel so stupid saying it out loud.
Now you wanna ship out to the west
Go get famous as an actress
Well I’ll stay here and try to drown out your voice
With all my strangled words and white noise
This winter’s gonna be a tough one again
This winter’s gonna be a tough one I bet.
Well you say I’ve changed but I’m still the same
My family tree is still dying slowly
My fears are still reaching up to drown me
And I’m still in love with you
I’m still in love with you
I’m still in love with you
I’m still in love with you
I’m still in love with you
(But I feel so stupid saying it out loud, so I’m just gonna keep it to myself.)
I feel so stupid saying it out loud.
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2. |
Move to Arizona
04:26
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My feet are getting heavy
My vision is going dark
I’ve never been one for love songs
But it’s all I think about now.
My fingers are boney
My hands reach out like tree tops
I’ve never been one for love songs
But it’s all I think about now.
My dreams are drawn out
My thoughts are panicked
I’ve never been one for love songs
But it’s all I think about now.
I want to live in the chelsea and write poetry
Or move to Arizona and die slowly
I want to grow old on a beach with you
I just want to grow old with you.
I just want to grow old with you.
My shoulders slouch
My tongue is tied
I’ve never been one for love songs
But it’s all I think about now.
My heart is so weak
So are my knees
I’ve never been one for love songs
but it’s all I think about now.
My charm is gone
I’m too scared for my own good
I’ve never been one for love songs
but it’s all I think about now.
I want to live in the Chelsea and write poetry
Or move to Arizona and die slowly
I want to grow old on a beach next to you
I just want to grow old with you.
I just want to grow old with you.
I just want to grow old with you.
I want to live in the Chelsea and write poetry
Or move to Arizona and die slowly
I want to grow old on a beach next to you
I just want to grow old with you.
I just want to grow old with you.
I just want to grow old with you.
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3. |
Get Well Soon
03:25
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Seasons be kind
My bones bend and crack
And try not to look back on what I once was
Forget it all.
But it's getting hard
Nostalgia sets in
And I see in dreams all of the things that I tried to shut out
Well I went numb for a couple months
It felt like old times
Now I can feel but it's all too real
No I don't think I like it much.
I want to go back
To summers passed but my timing isn't right.
No this is winter.
This is now.
Well my pen stopped moving for a while
I thought I was fine but with some time
It was a lie
Get well soon
Soon it will be June and all those thoughts
From when it was hot
Will come back to you.
Well I went numb for a couple months
It felt like old times
Now I can feel but it's all too real
No I don't think I like it much.
I want to go back
To summers passed but my timing isn't right.
No this is winter.
This is now.
That was then.
This is now.
This is winter.
This is now.
That was then.
This is now.
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4. |
Get Well Soon (Epilogue)
01:31
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(Incoherent mumbling about getting well soon and forgetting or some shit idk.)
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*This song isn't about Shea lol*
My friends are suicide notes
My friends are loaded guns and swinging ropes
I want my songs to be played at your funeral
I want my song to be so much more
But please don't hurt yourself tonight.
My heart is scared
But I act like I don't care
And it's gonna be alright I think
No it's gonna be alright I know
But please don't hurt yourself tonight.
Our kids are lost
Keys without locks
And it's getting scarier I think
No it's geeting scarier I know
But please don't hurt yourself tonight.
Please don't hurt yourself tonight.
Please don't hurt yourself tonight.
(Things are gonna be getting kind of strange for a while, get used to it.)
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